A quilting bee

One of my cousins tells the story about how my grandmother had some of her friends over for a sort of quilting bee. My aunt prepared luncheon for the ladies, and then they set about their work, sitting around the stretched-out quilt. Before too long one of them dropped to her knees on the floor. Oh no! Was the food served at lunch a problem? Then another did the same. Now it was time to panic.

It turned out that they were simply interested in inspecting the stitching on the back of the  quilt!